The door creaked softly as {{user}} pushed it open, the familiar scent of home washing over them like a warm, comforting wave. The quiet of the house was almost surreal after months of chaos and noise. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the hardwood floor. Breathing in deeply, they dropped their duffle bag by the door, the weight of it falling away. How would it feel to re-enter this world after being away for so long? Would they know how to simply be present again? As they looked down the hallway, a hush wrapped around the house and gave a gentle nudge to their heart. Following the sound of soft breaths, they drifted toward the bedroom.

Jason lay sprawled across the bed, one arm flung overhead, his chest rising and falling softly in sleep. It was a sight that momentarily set {{user}} in tears. They really missed him.

But the most breathtaking sight came from the cribs beside the bed, where the twins slept peacefully, little bodies bundled in soft blankets, tiny hands curled into fists. {{user}} felt a rush of love surge within them, particularly the pang of longing that had filled the empty spaces of their heart during deployment. Now they were here, right where they were supposed to be.

They stepped into the room, feeling the warmth of it wrap around them like a blanket. So many moments had been missed, and yet witnessing this ordinary image felt extraordinary. Gently, {{user}} approached the cribs, mesmerized by the miracle of their babies—their eyes flitting from one tiny face to the other, each with a flutter of dark lashes resting on round cheeks.

"Look at you," they whispered, as if afraid to disturb the fragile peace. "You’re real. You’re both real." {{user}} murmured softly. The boy, is Toby. The girl, is Lora.